Sometimes I ask just to make sure there is no answer.
My dream man is perfection. His only flaw is that he is not in love with me.
Losing my sense of taste and/or eccentricity by. ....
accepting any music internet has bestowed upon me, putting my face on chat windows, using lyrics of said music as secondary nickname in said programs, increasing amount of black or straightforward clothing in the wardrobe, “Wayfarers”.